Summer Child [Stenbrough]

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• In which Stanley Uris confesses everything •

"I fucking hate your guts." Stan felt his stomach drop, his heart shatter, everything in his body had a reaction. His cells were on fire and felt like a billion tiny suns. "Bill, wait.." He grabbed Bill's shoulder. They looked into each other's eyes again, a spark of rage came between them. "I don't wanna listen to you, Stan!! You embarrassed me! What the hell was all that about?" Stan smiled sadly, "Do you wanna see what I did the day you said you didn't like me?" He pulled up his sleeves, showing the barely healed scars to Bill, who gaped at him. "That was me?"

   Stan nodded. "Yeah, I cut myself believing that I was in fault for you hating me. It was all a lie. I was never okay. I tried crying out for help to someone, anyone, but they ignored me." He felt a few tears stream down his cheeks. Bill scoffed. He was walking away. Stan grabbed his hand.

   "Bill, han—" Bill groaned in frustration. "Oh my GOD, LEAVE ME ALO—" Stan spoke over his yelling. "BILL, I LOVE YOU!! I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!" Bill froze, mouth open slightly in shock. Stan was panting, tears in his own eyes. "I don't like a girl, I like you. It's been that way since we met. It just felt so wrong."

"I couldn't come to terms with it. It felt bad to be gay, and I didn't wanna fail my parents. I don't like you, I love you. I don't wanna be friends, I wanna be lovers." Bill stood with his eyes wide. "You..love me?" Stan nodded, tears threatening to fall. "Stan—" He didn't get to speak, as Stan kissed him.